Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 296 Fan Wai: With Thunder in the Heart, Life Like a Quiet Lake
"I also planted half of this peach tree. Use the tree I planted to call me back?"

Meng Tang'an stuffed the peach blossom pastry into his mouth: "Thank you for thinking of it."

After finishing speaking, she walked forward slowly, and a few peach blossoms fell from her skirt: "Drink the peach blossom bar tonight, sir."

"Okay."

The two quickly stepped into the bamboo garden, the peach blossoms were still in full bloom, the breeze blowing, the petals of the peach blossoms were twirling in the air, returning to the roots, like the blush at the end of the girl's eyes...

The karma of the three generations, who picks it up, who throws it away, who forgets the past, who always cares about it?
Reminiscing about the time at that time, whoever ordered lovesickness, who planted peach blossoms, burned for ten miles, suitable for IKEA.

...

July [-]th, Qiqiao Festival.

Xie Xun was lighting the lamp with Meng Tang'an, and the two were standing by the river, their clothes entangled.

The clear river and sea breeze, the melting moonlight, the people who enjoy it together are right by your side.

Meng Tang'an was just attracted by the street vendor and came back after buying two small items, when she saw a beautiful young girl fall at Xie Xun's feet, panicked just right, "Xu Beihou, I didn't mean to..."

The attitude is very attractive.

Meng Tangan watched and whistled.

Xie Xun passed the girl without even looking at it, and walked straight towards Meng Tangan, frowning, feeling aggrieved: "She touched me."

"People are throwing themselves into their arms."

So for the next whole day, Meng Tang'an talked to Xie Xun.

Take the wrong file.

"Xu Beihou, I didn't mean to..."

Xie Xun was indifferent.

Serve with piping hot tea.

"Xu Beihou, I didn't mean to..."

Xie Xun was cold and indifferent.

Tie his belt into a knot, and said to him pitifully: "Xu Beihou, I..."

The tone was full of twists and turns, and the taste of tea exceeded the standard.

"Meng Tang'an, you're dead." Xie Xun couldn't bear it anymore, pressed her on the couch, pinched the woman's chin and kissed her, his eyes were deep and aggressive, his slender fingers guided her hand to fall on his belt, With a half-smile, his voice was low and seductive, "Hey, you tied it, tear it off yourself."

...

The son of Yang Zhihua and Zhongcao is five years old this year. He is chubby and very cute. He has inherited the advantages of his parents.

On the round face, there is a pair of crescent eyes when smiling, happy and cute, so cute.

Meng Tangan was very happy to take him to play. This time, she took aim at his little wooden horse.

It is midsummer, the sunlight passes through the branches and leaves of the plane trees, mottled the ground in the courtyard, and blossomed flowers.

"Baby, I'll give it to you after my sister plays for a while."

The little baby looked blankly at the girl sitting on his wooden horse, and his expression gradually became dull: "Oh oh oh."

"What should I do if the Trojan horse can't run?"

"I'll push it." The little baby snorted, stretched out his little fleshy hand, and pushed Meng Tangan around in the yard, with a very proud expression on his face, as if I was super powerful.

"Sister, when I grow up, I will marry you and go home, and let you ride on my wooden horse every day." The little baby said firmly.

Meng Tang rested her cheek: "My sister is waiting for you to grow up."

Xie Xun: "..."

Is he green like this?
The two of them were together, and he didn't know who was the child. He sat under the tree carelessly, lazily, with a wooden plank in his hand, and studied how to make a luxurious version of the wooden horse. After two days, he was done.

Meng Tangan looked at the "Big Mac" in the yard and was shocked!
"Don't you like wooden horses?" Xie Xun leaned against the door, throwing a lot of money and a beauty, "Play casually."

"I didn't expect you to have this talent." Meng Tangan took his hand, "Thank you for your hard work, my little lord, come up quickly and set off for sailing!"

"No." Xie Xun sneered, "I'm not interested in such children's things."

Half a quarter of an hour later, he sat on the wooden horse with Meng Tangan expressionlessly.

Yang Zhihua supported her forehead and sighed: "Those who don't know think that Miss Meng is his daughter, and they are spoiled like this.

Sunshine's wine is very light, but very mellow, lightly poured into each cup-shaped small wild flower, reflected on their clothes.

There was a gust of drafts, under the eaves of the corridor, and in the courtyard, the giant wooden horse swayed and swayed.

"Aren't you not interested? Why are you here again?"

"No way, who makes someone too difficult."

"Who do you say is difficult? Say it again!"

"Don't kiss me..."

The world is full of emotions, but in midsummer, white porcelain plum soup, broken ice clinks against the wall.

Tao is common enough.

On this day, Meng Tangan came up with a great idea on a whim.

"I want to write a book!"

"Write what?"

Meng Tang'an looked at Xie Xun, pointed at him, and then at himself: "Just write about you and me."

She wrote down their stories and buried them under the peach blossom tree. Maybe thousands of years later, when the courtyard is renovated, people will dig out old stories from under the tree roots...

In their tenth year together, they were 27 years old.

It's a snowy winter.

The long street is paved with soft snow, and the sky is full of snowflakes.

Meng Tang'an threw herself on Xie Xun's back from behind, wearing a white skirt and red cloak, very bright, and her voice was crisp and clear: "Come on."

Xie Xun carried her steadily on his back, and there was a distant wind and rain in his eyes: "Meng Tang'an."

"Ok?"

"I love you." The voice was very clear in the howling cold wind, and it was always firm.

Meng Tang'an raised his hand and touched his throat. What he had secretly said in his heart for countless days and nights before could finally be said openly at this moment.

She was close to his ear, and all the hot breath she exhaled fell on Xie Xun's ear, turning into a curl of white mist, trembling slightly, her bright red soft lips parted lightly, without the slightest hesitation: "I love you too."

After the words were finished, she wanted to bury her hot cheeks in the soft snow. In fact, she did so, quietly burying her face on the side of his neck.

"Yeah." Xie Xun paid attention to each word, snowflakes fell from his eyelashes, and his voice was gentle, "I heard it."

Xie Xun spent the long years of the third generation teaching Meng Tang'an what love is.

She dared to deliver her sincerity.

They were walking in the snow, the girl threw herself on Xie Xun's back, the hat of the red cloak hung down, the white fox's fluff fell into snowflakes, and she covered his eyes mischievously, he walked slowly and steadily, frivolously, and She clasped her fingers together.

Flying snowflakes fell on the hair, eyelashes, and shoulders of the two of them...

She whispered in his ear: "We still have many years in the future. In that series of days, I will always love you."

The snow in Chang'an City has been falling one after another, and the sky and the earth are vast and vast. In March of the next year, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River will bloom again.

...

21s.

In autumn, on the tenth day of September, the sun is dazzling.

"Grandpa! I found a book!"

later.

This book has become popular all over the Internet and has aroused heated discussions among countless readers.

The author's pen name is Yimeng Chang'an.

After the fire, the author did not choose to write other books, and faced readers' questions, he just said something with a smile.

"This book is adapted from a true story. In my life, there will never be a second story that makes me so impulsive."

This time, the ending in the book is no longer that Xie Xiaohou fell into the mud, the princess never saw the light of day, and went to die in her wedding dress, life after life without a happy end.

At the end of the story, such a passage was written.

"I love him, I learned from him loving me."

"May all those who have dreamed of a distant place feel like thunder in their hearts, and live like a quiet lake."

　[Jiaoyang Zhenggong's wife's ten thousand rewards plus more]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)